Swiftcurrent Creek i didn't want you to hear that shake in my voice, my pain is my own

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Wren's eyes are careful to follow the girl's movements. As she comes closer, her youth is made more apparent by the rawboned limbs and fresh face; and by the inexperienced movements that lead her to choosing the wrong rocks. 
She hadn't even had time to warn her. 
Shit! Fuck! Panicked yelps are quick to come out, and soon after was the scramble of paws as she dives head-first after her. Are you outta your fuckin' mind?!
Pushing against the current was harder than it seemed to be. The rocks were her lifeline, claws dug into one and then using it to push off in the direction of another. And all the while, the shock of ice cold riverwater only spurred on the adrenaline. 
Chemicals, chemicals, chemicals. Just keep moving forward. 
Her muscles felt as if they may fall apart when her teeth finally snag onto some part of the girl. She bit down, hard, possibly harder than she needed to, but that was a risk she'd have to be willing to take. 
Her paddle slows, allowing the two to be carried close to basalt sanctuary by the current. She uses one foreleg to hold onto it, a white-knuckle grip with claws that scrape, and the other to shove the unnamed stranger into doing the same.